Rudolf was walking towards... What it was? Where he was again? He had gotten direction from... Someone to go... Somewhere, before he had enjoyed a dose of his acid and gone towards... What was it that he had to do?

Rudolf paused for a moment. He hated to make an effort to think and get back to reality. He had been enjoying his condition for days... Or was it hours? He rose his arm and checked the time on his watch. Twenty minutes since he last checked the time, back at the... Carriage. That's when he had taken the acid. The  driver had told where he had needed to go. Rudolf had paid the trip and grabbed his doctor's bag filled with drugs and barrel-bag with clothing. His laboratory and chemicals were left at safe deposit, where he'd grab them later. Then it was time for a trip in literal and metaphorical sense.

His head was now much clearer. Rudolf looked above for a moment. It was raining... No, his drugged mind just wanted it to rain because he was thirsty, because the sun was up and the air was dry and sandy. He reached into his doctor's bag and took bottle of water from within. He took off his chemical mask to drink. He dearly hoped that this opportunity would be worth the trip and effort in this dusty, dry and hot environment. If he had known the conditions here, he had used some speedsters he had cooked long time ago. 

Nevertheless, he put on the chemical mask and continued his trip. It wasn't long before Rudolf made it to the ship. Seemed there were already people waiting for him. Someone in proper protective costume like it was toxic laboratory back in University. And another one with bandanna and goggles, a real bandit. Seemed they got some proper muscle on the ship. Former one was looking something from his meter, and then showing it to the protected one. 

”Not even radioactive out here”, he heard. 
”Glad to hear that!” He said as he put down his bags and started to dust off his hat. ”Though I miss toying with uranium or isotopes. Even little doses.” He continued.